Leaves crackling under pressure, signaling the arrival of
a child walking.
Gently blowing breezes, wafting this way across a slowly
moving creek, picking up scents of nature and carrying
them through the air.
Dark clouds sneaking overhead, throwing storm shadows from
east to west.
Silence - still - and quiet, just before the breaking of a
thunderstorm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An detailing of the happening of a thunderstorm.